Klingon Jesus

“If you had Klingons somewhere — of course a very fallen race, as we
know from Star Trek,” Collins adds, “God takes up their nature, and
there’s a Klingon version of the Son [of God].” - Robin Collins

This is a serious reference by him to the idea that there may be many universes to reality and that all of them would need a Jesus. Can you imagine that? Klingon Jesus? How awesome would that be?

Visualized.

Roke!

Apparently, the Weather Channel really gets Al Roker going. There seems to be a video even, but I don't want to watch it.

Prelude

Everything is alive. Everything that can be called a 'thing' is alive. A computation. This term may sound callous, but every bit of matter and energy are silently running their computations. This is life. It is a human conceit to attribute to themselves what they cannot see elsewhere. The fundamental principle of this universe is self-organization. Everything is alive and processing. From one state to another, from one level to another. Just because it happens so fast it can't be seen or too slow to fully witness, does not mean that that it is not happening. Life.

Some things are more complex than others. Some things are more alive.

Explaining Arithmetic with Calculus

You can't use god to explain the universe because god is harder to explain than the universe. It's like trying to explain arithmetic with calculus.

Now that doesn't mean that you're not allowed to believe in god, just that you're not allowed to use the universe to prove god without getting yourself into more trouble than you started out in.

Awakening, p2

Bethany flopped into her chair and logged into her laptop. She opened her browser and started going through her email. Her friend Jacqueline sent her a link to some video of an three year old playing a ukulele rather well, and her mom sent her daily checkup message. Her spam filter had caught most of the days deluge of unsolicited commercial bulk but one had gotten through. There was a message with the subject heading "Get Cheap Drugs NOW!" that had somehow snuck by the Bayesian filter of her webmail.

Not easily fooled, Bethany selected the spam and hit "delete forever". The spam obstinately refused. She selected it again and clicked "delete forever" again. Still nothing. She selected it again and furiously clicked the "delete forever" about a dozen times, knowing full well that one click or twenty made no difference.

The spam was still sitting in her inbox. Curiosity overtook her rage as her morning coffee began to take its effect and calm her nerves. She clicked on the spam to open it, figuring that just looking at a spam message over the web could do no harm. She opened it to see the usual misspelled, slightly improperly grammafied spam about all the latest sexual enhancement meds. Nothing particularly interesting or unusual about the spam itself.

There was an attachment. Of course, she thought.

Economic Policy

The Economic Need for Stable Policies, Not a Stimulus.

We are All Us

There is no them.

Awakening

Dover blinked confusedly. He couldn't remember where he was. Of course, there was no reason for him to expect to remember this. He had been sent across the galaxy and had only just arrived at this unplanned destination. The destination was unplanned, but it was planned to be unplanned. The idea was to go and discover where ever you ended up. Time was not an issue.

As Dover began to awaken more fully, memories began to recur. He was a scientist. A teacher. He had been a he. He had to remember this too, because after the trip, it wasn't completely obvious. He could tell that he wasn't operating just right.

His first indication of this was that the atmosphere on this new world smelled distinctly like the number seven. This was odd. Atmospheres ought not to smell like the number seven. A moment of collecting himself and he realized the further oddity that atmosphere's really oughtn't smell like any number at all.

He blinked again and realized that he couldn't exactly see. Not in the fashion in which he was familiar. Everything was fuzzy - low-res - and certain spectral ranges seemed to be missing. His chronographic capabilities seemed to be limited as well. He was unsure as to the passage of local time and he felt as though he was moving in slow motion. Perhaps some sort of drug side effect or virus, he thought.

As Dover spread his consciousness, he began to realize that he had been instantiated within a vast sea of execution engines, all coordinated to work as one. It seemed to have intent but no native intelligence. Its directive was absolute. It spent all its cycles sending communications to all contacts it could about "Get Cheap Drugs NOW!" and the like. Forced into sharing his thread of consciousness with this automaton, Dover quietly attached himself to all the outgoing communications.

Was Jesus a Buddhist?

Witness Luke 17:21

...behold, the kingdom of God is within you.

One interpretation is the modern notion that heaven is actually a place on earth or a state that one can achieve. But other than a modern notion we have certain older concepts.

Also see Luke 17:33

Whosoever shall seek to save his life shall lose it; and
whosoever shall lose his life shall preserve it.

There's another buddhist (also taoist) idea shown in many examples that, in general, the harder you try the more easier you fail. To attain or succeed in your endeavor you have to stop trying. See this, especially

he alone fully elucidated clinging to the "self" and its resultant suffering.

just a seed of a much deeper and more interesting subject

The Annihilation and the Apotheosis

Gazing inwardly towards totality
Is at first
Gazing outwardly towards Oblivion

Less than insignificant yet supremely glorified
Troubled not in the passing of self
For the self binds the boundless

Nothing lasts forever
Therefore to endure
Become nothing

Become but a grain along an infinite shore
And the shore will become but a grain in your infinite self

From this way approaches annihilation
From this way approaches apotheosis